Not only did the little one love it immensely, but even Ye Qingci couldn't help but linger, repeatedly marveling.
As they strolled to the most flourishing part of the back garden, the little one felt a bit tired and turned back to Ye Qingci, opening his arms: "Mom, hug!"
Ye Qingci saw that the area was overgrown with branches and leaves, some even thorny. A small path was very narrow, barely allowing one person to pass, with thorny flower branches sticking out.
Fearing that the flower branches might prick the little one, she complied with his wish and embraced him in her arms.
The little one snuggled into the fragrant, soft embrace of his mother, surrounded by a sea of colorful flowers.
He looked here and there, extremely happy.
Suddenly, the little one heard a sound above his head.
He looked up and saw something falling from the tree, heading towards his mother's head.
